From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   1   
      
   Equally with all others   
   I want to serve you,   
   Drying from jealousy   
   My lips turned blue.   
   Word does not slake   
   A mouth dry from despair   
   Without you I am breathless   
   In empty air.   
      
   2   
      
   I am no longer jealous   
   But yet I want you, dear,   
   I carry me like sacrifice   
   To executioner,   
   And no I will not call you   
   Not love not glee;   
   The wild and foreign blood   
   Runs now through me.   
      
   3   
      
   Wait for one moment   
   And this I will tell you:   
   Not joy, but torment I find in you.   
   And, like a sacrilege,   
   Bitten in frenzy   
   Your tender cherry mouth   
   Still calls to me.   
      
   4   
      
   Return to me at last, love,   
   It's awful without you   
   Never more strongly   
   Have I felt you.   
   And in the midnight drama,   
   Asleep, awake,   
   I call your name out loud   
   Even as I shake.   
      
   By Osip Mandelshtam   
   Translated from Russian by Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)